Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Ⱨalak ⱪilmiƣaysǝn» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küyi; (bu [küy] Saul padixaⱨ Dawutning ɵyini kɵzlǝxkǝ paylaⱪqilarni ǝwǝtip, uni ɵltürüwǝtmǝkqi bolƣan qaƣda yezilƣan): — I Hudayim, düxmǝnlirimning qanggilidin ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn; Manga ⱪarxi turƣanlardin meni egizdǝ aman saⱪliƣaysǝn.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Meni yamanliⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar qanggilidin ⱪutⱪuzuwalƣaysǝn, Ⱪanhor adǝmlǝrdin meni ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
Qünki mana, ular jenimni elix üqün paylimaⱪta, Zorawanlar manga ⱪarxi top boluxup ⱪǝstlǝxmǝktǝ; Bu [ⱪilƣini] mǝndǝ bolƣan birǝr asiyliⱪ üqün ǝmǝs, Yaki gunaⱨim üqün ǝmǝs, i Pǝrwǝrdigar;
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Mǝndǝ ⱨeq sǝwǝnlik bolmisimu, ular yügürüp manga ⱪarxi sǝp salidu; Mening yardimimgǝ kelixkǝ oyƣan, [Ⱨalimni] nǝziringgǝ alƣaysǝn.
5 You, LORD God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, Israilning Hudasi, Barliⱪ ǝl-yurtlarni sotlap-jazalaxⱪa ornungdin turƣaysǝn; Ⱪǝstlǝxni niyǝt ⱪilƣüqilarning ⱨeqⱪaysisiƣa rǝⱨim ⱪilmiƣaysǝn. (Selaⱨ)
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Ular keqisi ⱪaytip kelip, ƣaljir ittǝk ƣaȥ-ƣuȥ ⱪilip, Xǝⱨǝrni aylinip laƣaylap yürmǝktǝ.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Ⱪara, ularning aƣzidin eⱪiwatⱪan xɵlgǝylirini! Lǝwliridin ⱪiliqlar qiⱪip turidu; Ular: «Kim angliyalaydu?» — dǝydu.
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Lekin Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar ularni mǝshirǝ ⱪilisǝn; Barliⱪ ǝllǝrni mazaⱪ ⱪilisǝn!
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
I mening küqüm Bolƣuqi! Mǝn Sanga tǝlmürüp ⱪarap yürimǝn; Qünki Huda mening yuⱪiri panaⱨgaⱨimdur.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Manga ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitini kɵrsǝtküqi Huda mening aldimda mangidu; Huda manga düxmǝnlǝrning mǝƣlubiyitini kɵrsitidu.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
Biraⱪ, [i Huda], bularni ⱪǝtl ⱪilmay turƣay; Bolmisa mening hǝlⱪim Seni untuydu. Ɵz küqüng bilǝn ularni sǝrsan ⱪilƣaysǝn, Ularning bexini eƣirlaxturƣaysǝn; I Rǝb, bizning ⱪalⱪinimiz!
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Ularning aƣzining buzuⱪluⱪi tüpǝylidin, Lǝwlirining sɵzliri tüpǝylidin, Ulardin qiⱪiwatⱪan ⱪarƣaxlar ⱨǝm aldamqiliⱪlar tüpǝylidin, Ular ɵz tǝkǝbburluⱪi iqidǝ tuzaⱪⱪa qüxkǝy!
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
Ƣǝziping bilǝn bu ixlarƣa hatimǝ bǝrgǝysǝn, Hatimǝ bǝrgǝysǝn! Xuning bilǝn ular yoⱪ bolidu; Xuning bilǝn yǝr yüznining qǝt-qǝtlirigiqǝ Hudaning ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn Yaⱪupⱪa ⱨɵkümdarliⱪ ⱪilidiƣanliⱪi ayan bolƣay! (Selaⱨ)
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Dǝrwǝⱪǝ, ular ⱨazirƣiqǝ keqisi ⱪaytip kelip, ƣaljir ittǝk ƣaȥ-ƣuȥ ⱪilip, Xǝⱨǝrni aylinip laƣaylap yüridu.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Itlardǝk ular ozuⱪ izdǝp ⱨǝr yǝrdǝ ⱪatraydu; Ⱪarni toymiƣuqǝ ⱨuwlap yürmǝktǝ;
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Lekin mǝn bolsam ⱪudritingni küylǝymǝn, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, sǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝ ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitingni nahxa ⱪilip yangritimǝn; Qünki Sǝn mǝn üqün yuⱪiri ⱪorƣan, Eƣir künlirimdǝ panaⱨgaⱨ bolup kǝlgǝnsǝn.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
I mening küqüm Bolƣuqi, Sanga küylǝrni eytimǝn; Qünki Huda mening yuⱪiri ⱪorƣinimdur, Manga ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbǝt kɵrsǝtküqi Hudayimdur.
